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rr^lSSSiSii I 1 H I I I I I 1 1 1 » »I I I I t 111 I I I I I > I I I I » I I11 % rhi *«Wt einttw By VINGIE E. ROE , f. >?* " * 1 lh as,** >« «&*<" :.v >- A:,-,,. \ i i m i n m i n i i n ' i M i i i i i n n n n m n M " " " " " t " M l l l i M l H M H f f " " " " CHAPTER XII--Contiaued --11-- The big girl standing on the threshold looked over her head at the trader. There was a little white line pinched In at the base of Nance's •, nostrils, her blue eyes were colder and narrower than any one had ever seen . them In her life. "McKane," she said clearly, so that the hushed listeners behind her caught every syllable, "you know what a fight I've made to hold my own on Nameless since my father died--or wqt& killed. You know how close to the wind I've sailed to eat, for you'v^uold nie what we've had. And I've always nknaged to keep even, haven't IT' "Yes," said the trader uneasily. "Up till six months ago when I had to go in debt for a new harness or do • no work in my fields this spring, I told you when I bought It, didn't JL,whyl had to buy It?" "Yes," he said again. "It was because someone went Into my barn one night and cut the old harness into ribbons. That put me In debt to you for the first time." She stopped and wjet her lips. There was the sound of someone rising on the porch and Trice Selwood moved In behind her. She felt him there and a thrill went through her, as if he had put a hand on her shoulder. MI told you when I bought It that rd pay you when my corn was ripe-- that, If it went well. I'd have far and away more than enough. Well, it went well--so well that I knew yesterday Td come out ahead and be able to meet that debt and live besides. This morning that field of corn was gone-- trampled out--cut to pieces like my harness--pounded into the dirt by a band of cattle that had been driven-- driven, jrou understand;--over every foot of It. There was a wide gap cut in the fence at the upper end. That's all--but I can't pay my debt to you." She stopped and a sharp silence fell. Outside the store In. the shade the stallion Blueflre screamed and stamped. Kate Cathrew took a quick step forward. "What for did you tell this drivel before me?" she said. "What's It to me?" "Nothing, I know," said Nance; "maybe a laugh--maybe a hope. My Mf flats on the rlver'd feed a pretty bunch of cattle through. And homesteaders have been driven out of the cattle country before now." ... "You hussy!" cried Cattle Kate, and, bending back she flung up the hand which held the braided quirt The lash snapped viciously, but Nance Allison was quicker than the whip. Her own arm flashed up and she caught the descending wrist in the grip of a hand which had held a .plow all spring. Like a lever her arm came down •Dd forced Kate's hand straight down to her knee, so that the flaming black eyes were within a few Inches of her face. "Woman," said Nance clearly, "I'm living up to my lights the best I can. I'm holding myself hard to walk in the straight road. The band of God is before my face and you can't hurt me-- not lastingly. Now you--get--out--of • --that--door." Ahd taming, she moved Selwood with her as she. swung the other, whirling like a dervish, clear to the middle of the porch. Kate Cathrew's face was livid, terrible to look upon. She ran the short distance to the end of the platform, leaped off and darted to her horse, her hands clawing at the rifle which hung on her saddle. Selwood pushed Nance inside the store and flung the door shot "That woman's a maniac for the moment," he said, "you're best in there." When Kate came running bock with the gun In her hands he faced her before the closed door, his hands in his pockets. If any of the tense watchers had bad a doubt of Price Selwood's courage they lost it then, for he took his life in his hands. "Kate," he said quietly, "pat op that gun. This isn't outlaw country. If you make a blunder you'll hang just like any other murderer--even if you are Kate Cathrew.4' For a moment the woman looked at him as a trapped wildcat might have t done, her lips loose and shaking, her eyes mad with rage. Then she struck the rifle, butt down, on the hard earth and with a full mouthed oath, flung around the corner, • tore the stallion's reins from the ring tn the wall and mounted with a whirl. She struck Blueflre once and was fane down the road In a streak of dust. 8elwood opened the door. "A narrow shave," he said gravely, •W that had happened anywhere but you'd be a dead woman. Miss Alliagain. The tight line let go about ber upper Up and a smile came instead. "You knew my pappy--and I have not forgot how kind you were after-- after-- Yes, Mr. Selwood, I'd rather owe you, a whole lot rather, and I'll work doubly bard to pay you back.** Selwood drew some bills from his pocket. "How muAi, McKane?" he asked. The trader sullenly .named the amount and received it on the spot. "Now, if you'd Just as sOon," said the sheriff, "I'll ride out to Nameless with you. I'd like to take a look at that trampled field." As they left the towa and rode out into the trail that led to Nameless. Nance took off her bat and drew a long, deep .hrea th. Selwood laughed. "Do you feel like that?" he asked. "Exactly," said she, "like a weight Was off my shoulders. That debt to McKane was a bitter load." "The trader is getting into deep water," said the sheriff. "1 bate to see him do It.*' How--deep water?" He's falling more and more Into Cattle Kate's power--and all for nothing. He knows It, but seems helpless. I've seen the like before. She's a bad woman to tie to." She's handsome--that's - one thing sure." - • Yes. Her type is always handsome. But I'm surprised to hear you say so." "Why?" asked the girl, wonderlngly. "Because most women hate to admit beauty In another, and of all people on Nameless, you have the least reason to see anything attractive in her." Nance sighed again, thinking of her lost cornfield and of her present appalling poverty. "As near as I'll let myself come to hate," she said. "I do hate her. I've got to fight it mighty hard. You know how hard It is to fight that wfcy--Inside your own soul." "Hardest battleground we ever stand on," said Sc'wood, with conviction. "I've had some skirmishes there myself-- and I can't say I always came off victor." "You can't, sometimes, without a lot of prayer," returned Nance soberly; "I've pretty near tforn oat my knees on the Job." Selwood wanted to laugh at. htr naive earnestness, but caught himself In time. They rode for a time in sllenc$, Nance and Buckskin ahead, the sheriff following on his lean bay horse Presently Nance turned with a hand on her pony's rump and looked at him speculatively. "You sort of lay up sometfttng to Cattle Kate about this rustling don't you?" she asked. He nodded. "I've watched her for foonths, but can't get anything.on her--not anything tangible." "I was in Little Blue canyon the other day," said Nance," and saw Sud Provlne pass its mouth In Blue Stone driving a red steer north. I've wondered a lot where he could have been taking It." 'North In Blue Stone? That's odd. There isn't enough feed in that canyon to graze a calf two days." "And what's at Its head?" asked Nance, "I've never been clear up." "Blue Stone heads high In the Deep Heart hills," said the sheriff, "but about eight miles up from its mouth on Nameless Its right wall falls abruptly away for a distance of a couple of miles and there one can go out on the open plain that stretches over toward the Sawtooth range and leads out to Marston and the railroad. Tift re's some bunch grass there, but mighty little water. Nothing but the stream in the canyon Itself to come back to. And cattle driven so far away from the home range would be a poor risk. It seems to me, for Sky Line." 'Well--I wondered about it. Thought Td tell you any way." 'I'm glad you did. I shall remember it." At the homestead Nance led Selwood to the cornfield's lower gate and left blm. "Go over it If you want," she said, "and I'll be out in a minute or so." At the cabin she told Sonny to go into ber room and stay until she came for him. "I feel guilty," she thought, "for I can trust the sheriff, but Brand asked me to keep him hidden. I've got to be true to my promise." "You ask the sheriff to supper," said Mrs. Alllspn, "I'll kill a fryer an' make some biscuits." When Nance went out she found Selwood examining the tnunpted field minutely. "Must have had 50 head or nor*" he said, "and Ave or six riders. 3ud Provlne was one of them." "Yes. How can you tell?" "I know his horse's tracks," grinned «u>tbta snf |, CHAPTER XIII -i -j "Ws're Our Pappy's Own---and W# Belong on Nameless." 5 That night at dusk as Nance sat in the open door with Sonny drowsing in her lap, Dirk shot out across the yard like a tawny streak and headed away toward the river. He made no outcry, but went straight as a dart, and presently there came the little crack of shod hoofs on the stones of Nameless' Up, and a rider came up out of the farther shadows with the collie leapitig in ecstasy against his stirrup Something tightened Nance's throat, a thrill shot through her from head to foot That Strange surge of warmth and light seemed to flood her whole being again. "Mammy--Bud--" she said softly, *•! think Brand Fair Is coming." Bud stirred in the darkened room, but Mrs. Allison was silent "Always, soon or late," she thought to herself, "a man comes rldln' out th' night--an' a woman is waitin'. It's comin* late to her--she'll be twentytwo come June--but Ifs comin'. An* she don't know it yet" "Good evening," said a deep voice pleasantly, as the dark horse stopped in the* dooryard, "Is a stranger welcome?" "We've Wen listening for yon every "Nance Allison Wu, as Her Mammy Would Say, 'Flabbergasted 1'" night," said the girl simply, "it's bee«- a long time." - ~ • "Brand!" cried the child' Sharply, struggling frantically to find bis feet, "Oh! Oh!--Brand!" The man dismounted and catnk forward. He lifted the "boy and klssetf him, holding him on his breast, while be held out a hand to Nnnce. At its warm clasp the surging glory inside her deepened strantrely. Mrs. Allison rose and ll£ht£gl the lamp on tbe table. "Come in, stranger,* she said, "and set" Fair came in and Nance presented him to her two relatives. Mrs. Allison looked deep In hlsaface with her discerning eyes as she gave blm her toil-hard hand and nodded unconsciously. With Bud it was a different matter. There was a faint coldness In his young face, a sullen disapproval. But Nanco, saw none of these things. Her eyes were dark with the sudden dila tlon of the pupils which this man's presence always caused. There was a soft excitement In her. For a little while they sat in the well-worn, well-scrubbed and polished room which was parlor, dining room and kitchen, and talked of the warmth of the season, the many deer that were in the hills, and such minor matters, while Sonny clung to the man and devoured his face with adoring eyes. Then the mother, harking back to tbe customs of another time, another environment rose, bade good-night, signaled her son and retired to the Inner regions. Bud 8p<fee with studied ssldneas and shambled after ber. Dickens Great Artist, Not Mental Specialist Mr. Hicawber, Miss Fllte and the numerous other queer characters who populate the pages of Charles Dickens' books are correctly depicted from the vlewpolut ot the layman who sees what he thinks be ought to see, but not when viewed by a specialist tn mental diseases. "Perhaps," said Nance, "she's taken two shots at tn# already from tbe hill Side--or someone has. Well--I've told yea, McKane, as was your right. Mow fU go back to Nameless." iV^Bhe turned away, bvi the trader Reared bis throat. "Ah--about the money tee tbe bar-1 Thl* ** the opinion ot Dr. Cbarlea W. he said, apologetically. "I--that 1Burr- professor ot v*yeMatry In tU« , -I've got to coUect It. Times ain't--" | University of Pennsylvania medical Price Selwood swung around and *cl,ao1' who hM applle<1 to the8e schools. Death as It really happens, acted on the stage, would be flat, stale and uninteresting. Dickens describes a fairyland, not seldom a fairyland into which devils have Intruded. This Js the secret of his wide appeal spreading through space and lasting through) time."--Science Service. m 'H . was that f Blttfat hlHl doorway, dfer th* A fsri»*j-th» inconsptcaoai DM wMl* Sonny sighed with happkrtas in bis #rma and Dirk sat gravely on his tftnmy tail at his master's knee. Diamond stood like a statue la the farther shadows. A little soft wind was drawing up tbe river, the stars were thick in the night sky, and something as sweet as fairy music seemed fb pulse ha the lonely silence. "Has old-timer been, good?" Fair wanted to know Jocosely, rubbing the curly head which Was no longer tousled. "Sure I have, Brand," the little ftellow ventured eagerly, "awful good--- haven't I, Nance?" "Miss Allison, Sonny," Nfld Brand severely. _ *No--Nance. She told me so herself." "That settles it No one could go against such authority, But has he been good?" "Good?" said Nance. "He's brought all the happiness into this house it's seen fe£ many a long day--or is likely to see." "That's gooil hearing," returned the man. "and I have done a lot of riding this past week. Tell me. Miss Allison what sort of a chap Is this sheriff of yours?" 4 "He's the best man on Nameless river!" cried the girl swiftly, "the kindest, the steadiest I'd trust him with anythlngi" "Does he talk?" "Talk?" . :•'* • A'i "Can he keep a still tongue In Ua head?" "I don't know as to that--but I do know he's been a friend to me in my tribulation. He probably saved my Ufe today--and he saved me a Lot of trouble." Saved your life?" queried Fair sharply, "How's that?" I swung Cattle Kate Cathrew out of McKane's store ahd she was going to shoot me* but the sheriff faced her, I told ber some things she didn't HkeJ* Fair drew a long breath. "What was the occasion?" he asked. "My field of corn," said Nance miserably, her trouble flooding back upon her, "last night it was rich with promise-- what I was building on for my debt and my winter's furnishing. This morning it was nothing but a dirty mass of pulp--trampled out by cattle-- and we know that a Sky Line rider was behind those cattle. It's some more of the same work that's been going on with us since before our pappy died. It's old stuff--what. the cattle kings have done to the homesteaders for many years in this country. If we weren't our pappy's own--Bud and I--we'd have been run out long ago. I would, 1 think, when Bud got hurt, if It- hadn't been for him. He's a fighter, and won't let go. The land is ours, right and fair, and he says no bunch of cut-throats is going to take it from as. I say so, too," she finished, doggedly. , Fair reached out a hand and for a moment laid it over her's clasped on her folded arm. > "Miss Allison," he said admiringly, you're a wonderful woman I Net many men would stick in the face of such colossal misfortunes! You must love your land." I do," she said, "but it's something more than that. It's a proving, sort of--a battle line, you know, and Bud and I, we're (Midlers. We hope we cannot run." By George!" said the man, "you can't--you won't. Your kind don't. But it's a grim battle, I can see that." "It's so grim," said Nunce quietly, that we couldn't survive this winter if it wasn't for the hogs that will be ready to market this falL McKane wouldn't give me time on my debt- Cattle Kate won't let him. So the sheriff paid it--he says he can wait till next year for his money--he's not so hard pushed as tbe trader--and he's rich, they say." For a Uttle while they sat in silence while Sonny, blissfully happy, fell fast tfeleep in Fair's arms. Then the man stirred antf spoke. "Miss Allison," he said, "the time has come when I am going to tell yon something--Just a little bit that may give you comfort in this hard going of yours. I want you to know that more than one force Is at work against tbls woman at Sky Line ranch--against her and all those with ber. Sheriff Selwood Is not the only one who suspects her of dark doings--and the otherknows. 1 am that other." Nance gasped In the shadows. The flickering lamp, blowing In the wind, had gone low. "You?" "Yes. That's why I have bean so much a mystery in this country--why I have kept Sonny hidden tn the canyon-- why I have spent two years of my life riding the back places of the West. I knew she was somewhere-- 'and I knew she was crooked. The men she has with her are not cattle men-- they are criminals, every one.** "Good gracious I" whispered tha girl again. "And the reason I am not ready to run Into ber yet la this--she . would recognize me before I am ready, because she knew ma once some six m: war -of la tha present trend oftha feminine graee'nd comparative XMtarity. Lest thff overly dogmatic, says a fashion responds* la the New York Henl&> Tribune, we hasten ta lnpiain that Jt is merely a theory, fe&'lt is a« .«*- ceedlngly tenaMe th***, based inclose obsdfratlom The premise is patent enough. A cursory glance at models worn at the1 Rltz in Paris is convincing evidence that flaming youth Is no longer the motivating force of iashion. Nog that there are any traces of decrepit age on the frpcks, but the atmosphere of llapperlsm has been replaced by a graceful dignity that is infinitely easier on the eyes. Obviously, there must be a reason for the retreat of youth and we append our solution. The great youth myth of the present decade was unquestionably founded- on the liberating influence ®f the equally great war. Costumes manners and morals were all subjected to radical jrfcvlsion by the debs and snbdebs of 1917 and the older generation was powerless to stem the tide. The reason was easily evident. Here was a group of girls, ranging in years from about eighteen to twenty-eight who, because of the dearth of men, were suddenly thrown into more responsible positions than their Victorian mothers had ever dreamed of. Some were Liberty loan speakers, some were yeomen, fM Itulated and *nd coetumetf --M& wouid^'^iii^i; And JviDife* > •4».v 1 -•KkP.. -V J*-. $rf * 'Si life: •ffcot a look at him. "Kh?" he said. "Got to collect--? |fti, yes, I see--at Cattle Kate's rei quest! You are a fool, McKane. Here, Allison--I'm the sheriff of this bounty. Wouldn't you rather owe me ? v .that money than owe it to McKane? can wait till you raise another crop-- I'm not so pushed as our friend here, ist do you say?" Nance raised her ejjres to Ills and «*cr» aoddenly aaft aad Wile tlon characters tlie methods which h« uses in diagnosing mental disorders when called into a criminal court as an alienist "Dickens was sn artist," says Doctor Burr, "and not a specialist in mental medicine. Just as the dying of a great nctor on tbe stage Is altogether unlike death as tbe physician sees it, so life seen with an artist's eyes is unlike Ufe seen by the prpfe-- or trnjaH 4* tha Uarulugyears ago. Nance Allison was, as her tnwn^my would say, "flabbergasted." She was too astonished to speak. glO BH CONTINUED.) Yputhful Mount aim* As old as the hills means little tn Haiti, for tbe mountains there are very yoaag and the earth's crust very mobile. Dr. Wendell P. Woodrlng of the United States geological survey says Showing PopularMode That titres Straight Llnea. actual members of the navy. Some worked tirelessly at canteens and many stepped ably into the niche left vacant by the fighting man. Overnight, almost, they became a power In the land and they proceeded forthwith to make their Influence felt. When Questions Were Asked. The luxurious locks and the heavily encompassing corset that had flourished through the years were the first to feel the arrogant band of the new youth, and they were followed by many other costume innovations, not always of proven taste. When maturer minds remonstrated, the youngspring of 1824 there has ed a counter current to these tides of youth. At each subsequent Paris opening the tendency has gathered greater momentum. Today fashion has acquired a graceful, dignified atmosphere despite its occasional bizarre flare-backs, and it is our opinion that the war5 girls have taken hold of the sltuaffeMI again and are responsible for the femio'.ne dignity of present fashions. They're not as young as they- once were, these originators of the cult of youth, and on the continent they have seen eleven summers pass since the first blare of the guns. The once pert demoiselles of eighteen to twenty-five are now mature women of (twenty-nine to thirty-six, and another generation of youngsters has taken their place. Doubtless they were quiescent and philosophic enough at first and even satisfied to make way a little for the rising young idea. Although they still clung to the stralghtline simple costume which has been their birthright, gradually they were precelving that these same costumes seemed far mora attractive on their younger sisters. Other generations had been content under the circumstances to retire quietly from the picture--but not so the war girls. Who were these youngsters that were displacing them? What war--that was it--what war had they ever fought in? It was the same battle cry that had conquered their prim mothers of a decade ago, and it prevailed again against modern youth. The couture, unable to rid itself of the myth of Jeunesse, was reluctant at first to change Its base, but the war generation was Inexorable and the designers commenced gradually to succumb. The flare, the Jabot, the godet -and hosts of other feminizing details have all entered the lists of fashion, and the spirit of the moment Is graceful and comparatively mature femininity-- thanks, if yon concur with this postulate, to the gentle warriors of the last decade. Velvet tn Fashion Picture. Against the picturesque background of the famous race courses the fashions launched in Paris each summer have an appeal not to be equaled by similar showings anywhere else In the world, and while the costumes worn by mannequins from the leading couture establishments are often 'a bit too exaggerated and extreme for general acceptance, nevertheless the origin of a style that achieves success frequently may be traced back to Its initial appearance at Longchamp, Chantllly or Anteull.. ; This year the chic Frebcir ;*roman has finally departed from her usual custom of adhering to black, white or her favorite magpie combinations of these tones and has elected to appear In the soft pale tints that have such allure and distinction. Beige tones are much in vogue and there Is evidenced a liking for shades of cobalt, blue-green, rose, amber and the wide range of viollne shades. The Importance of the large hat was definitely established by the numbers which appeared at the races. Many were of crln in lovely light colors, bat from a fashion point of view the most noteworthy hats were large capelines of velvet in shades of fuchsia, dahlia, amaranth, bols de rose and cyclamen with the wide brims and small crowns proclaiming their recent origin. Soft Crowned Velvet Hats Are in Vogue Considerable Interest is manifested in the early opening of milliners who apparently are making a concerted effort to introduce models which will at least equal the vogue of the small felt and velours hats. In practically every collection there are many models fashioned entirely of velvet with soft pit-- able croons. Some are of medium size with a slight upward tilt at tbe sides and back and are in flattering rather brilUant shades. Elaborate brocades and velvets of unparalleled richness are also shown at the Paris exposition and because of their unusual beauty it is predicted that they will have an Important bearing upon the fashion trend of tha autumn season. Poiret also displays a feeling for graceful wraps modeled on the lines of capes and has designed a reversible cape which la black velvet on one side and apricot on the other. Bands of white tax. complete Its aspect of luxury. The necessity for an evening wrap somewhat more substantial than tha gnsasmsr affairs of chiffon and georgette crepe that often are an integral part of the evening costume has brought aboat the introduction of a new version of the shawl. Fashioned of chiffon velvet and bordered with a wide band of fur, or of metal brocade outlined with a deep border of velvet. It is an elongated square In shape and ipay be draped into lines and folds adapted to each individual wearer. For evening wear chiffon velvet In pale orchid shades is used by several of the most important couturiers who also employ this fabric in a shade of brilliant green for dinner and aveotaf •owns. Vv..^. Tunic Grows In Favdi* As an important detail of the modes of the present aeason the tunic shows no sign of losing prestige, but appears again and again in collections introduced ty the best houses in Paris. Much of its success is due in a great measure to its versatility. It has such unlimited possibilities and is so weU adapted to materials of sheer transparency or to those of more practical aapacl.££T:£-<:r;.^^^ - Warning to J ay-Walker a Professional story tellers, hired by the Bovernment. are epreadlng warnings on the Shanghai streets to cure the Chinese ot Jay-walkto^ 0ne these Btories follows: «+ rm tha twift i * -, • -- motorcar and the clanging street the rl8,n* 'bese hllla prob- ar 1 ably causes the earthquakes which at Intervals shake the northern part of the country. Borne of the coral reef caps cover marine terraces that rt»r like gigantic stairs from sea level to a height of about. 1.500 feet. These terraces, begun in Miocene times. ar« preserved because of the aridity of the dnUnaat i-.' ^ are Just ILce tigers,-and If yon do not care to watch jthe policeman at the corner a. obey his signals you wtil not live to grow up and acquire many sons, too, so that your ancestral tablets wilt be untended. The road Is like a tiger's mouth; from its center • ' *„ Harmony is the keynote of a smart costume. Slippers, stockings, hat, purse, gloves and all the other details that complete a woman's costnme must add their bit of tone and luster to the frock--or else the chic, well-groomed finish that every woman strives to achieve is lost ~ A careless choice of Jewelry; a Clashing color; a discordant note Struck by a tawdry ribbon, and tbe entire effect Is gone. Instead of being smartly turned out the woman gives tbe Impression of being Just clothed. Many woman make tha mistake of eaffiag a frock a costume, and In the eecurlty of tha knowledge that the Areas Is attractive and md. look the very Important fact that She aeesasorlea worn with that dreas ttbat be appropriate. It is that careful regard for detail and accessory on the part of screen players that gives them such an air of smartness. When an actress chooses her clothing for the screen, she contfdssa -ftart* ttn* cscdc; sscasanrlea. attractiveness, eostmns a jewelry and building up in each whole. Blond slippers are decidedly effective with a great many different frocks. So are the beads, the bracelet and the purss, whUe a hat of georgette ahd lace gives a charming touch to many a costume. Yet, each must be used correctly. With one pair of sport shoes, one black satin dress pair and a third colored pair, a woman can be well shod for any occasion. The same Is true of hats, gloves and the other acceasoriea that are so dear to our hearts. "It doea not require quantity hut harmony to turn a woman's costume Into sn attractive, fetching ensemble," Is the way 9 prominent actress explains It, and in that she is only potting into words a lesson that it would be well for every woman to learn. 'V *' Fortune Usallsa in thsCorafMt" «ay ths papsr* and the smBwiiathe thonsanfti of Ctfit whsrs tha well aimed la being aid to brightm 4^ Jncoe with a modsift lighting plant, aie as bright a* ths well-earned doUars. Use yonr MS prosperity to put Colt Light in your hotna. to carry its comfort and convenience to you and your family every day in the year. • Addrsss for informatioiv J.JB. 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